I grew up with a mom and dad (Original Dad). They got divorced when I was in high school. My mother remarried Stepdad D; Original Dad partnered up with Stepdad J. Original Dad then passed away, and Stepdad J got together with Stepdad R.
Stepdads J and R both own farms (one cow, one sheep). They have these huge gorgeous farmhouses with private guest apartments and, swear to god, at least 15 kinds of cheese in the fridge. There are gorgeous views and soft blankets and good alcohol and premium cable so visiting them is pretty much bliss.
If conservative Christians had ever spent a weekend being pampered by well-off gay men, maybe they’d rethink some of their positions on family. I have it fucking made.
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I am wearing new tights today and when I bought them they were rolled up and they looked like they were a cool milk chocolatey color but now that they’re on they’re like this weird orangey taupe and my legs look like they just got the world’s worst home spray tan.